Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

I liked being young obsessed as I was at forty-five with feeling older the things that filled those years are gone

today I heard the loud humming of bees and saw the wind moving on a meadow... "blinded" written on the gulmohar leaves

a night in Venus death is close acquire the frilled wings of a winter moth        and meet me        in Venus let’s build a city with our hands on the narrow bed of our bodies and turn off the lights at dawn we can close our eyes and count until the sun rises before breaking it to pieces